Page 117 of Rebel Heart
Jules was on top, grinding herself over me, and everything had been going great. But sometime within the last minute or so, Jules had slowed her movements.
“What’s going on, angel? Are you okay?”
Her head dropped forward, and those pretty, pinklips and big blue eyes had my fingers gripping her hips a little tighter.
“I don’t want to stop, because I need this release. But I’m so exhausted, out of breath, and my hips hurt. Plus, I need you to finish if we’re going to increase my chances of going into labor today.”
With my hands in the right spot, I massaged her hips and laughed. “You really are ready to meet this baby, aren’t you?”
“I’m over waiting. I can’t take it any longer.” Her head dropped back. “Oh, that feels so good.”
“How about I do the work? We’ll prop you up on some pillows, and I’ll stand at the side of the bed to get things done,” I suggested. “Or if you want, you can lay on your side, and I’ll get behind you.”
Definitely not romantic.
But she needed this. And if she was naked, and I was inside her, there was no way I’d be complaining.
“You don’t mind?”
“Jules, you got things started. I’ll bring it home.”
She let out a sigh of relief. “You’re the best. If I haven’t told you that already, you’re the best.”
I laughed at the statement we’d been repeating to one another over the last several months. It had become a running joke of sorts.
I helped to ease Jules off me. She collapsed onto her side, and I took that to mean she’d decided what position was most appealing to her.
And truthfully, after a bit of maneuvering, even if the reason Jules had hopped on me this morning had beenbecause she was willing to do anything that was suggested to get her to go into labor, after a few slow strokes, it became about more than that for the both of us.
It wasn’t long before Jules was moaning again. As I thrust into her, I kissed and licked her shoulder and her neck. My hand had been at her hip but soon dipped down between her legs. The moment I touched her, she let out a guttural moan. “Oh, God.”
My teeth bit down on her shoulder as I felt myself drawing nearer to that end.
“Beau,” she whimpered.
“Are you going to come for me, Jules?” I growled in her ear.
“Beau,” she called out her warning.
My lips curved into a mischievous smile, my cock driving in just a bit harder. Two, three, four strokes later, she was crying out as her orgasm rippled through her. I was only a handful of strokes behind her.
Once we’d both come down and made it to the other side—it took her just a bit longer to get there—I asked, “Do you feel better now?”
She sighed, her body limp and sated. “So much better. Thank you.”
I laughed against her skin. “You never have to thank me for that.”
Jules rolled to her opposite side and curled up next to me. “I hope that did the trick. I’m not sure how many more days I can wait.”
“I’m sure it’s going to happen any day now,” Ipromised. “How about we do something fun today to distract you?”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know yet. We can figure it out over breakfast, though. Do you want me to bring it to you here in bed, or do you want to go downstairs to eat?”
She inhaled deeply and kissed my chest. “I don’t want to be too far away from you, so I’ll come downstairs.”
“If you want to stay here, I’ll be right back as soon as the food’s ready.”
